Love is not lost unless someone less finds it;
You might just get it back, your memories remind it.
The happiness of finding love is nothing
In comparison to the pain of losing.
The hope that it becomes all that I wanted it to be
Is shattered when you know
He is with someone else
And all the moments you shared
Are being rewritten with someone else
Playing the part you were so accustomed of playing.
You feel and unusual joy and a stinging pain
At the same time.
Its hard to find the right words
Because every cluster of worlds is just not enough
To explain how much it kills me
In some untouched corner of my heart.
A place where no one will ever reach
No matter how clearly I guided them to it,
Because again in some remote area of my heart
Lay the unsaid confession
That I wanted that place to remain untouched.
I never knew that at times of need,
Words always run out of stock.
What goes around comes around.
I started with a hope- a hope
To make it work,
To love and be loved.
And at the ultimate end
When I count my chances,
I realise I am left with hope again
- A hope to love again,
To see him move on happily.
A hope to stay alive.
You might just get it back, your memories remind it.
The happiness of finding love is nothing
In comparison to the pain of losing.
The hope that it becomes all that I wanted it to be
Is shattered when you know
He is with someone else
And all the moments you shared
Are being rewritten with someone else
Playing the part you were so accustomed of playing.
You feel and unusual joy and a stinging pain
At the same time.
Its hard to find the right words
Because every cluster of worlds is just not enough
To explain how much it kills me
In some untouched corner of my heart.
A place where no one will ever reach
No matter how clearly I guided them to it,
Because again in some remote area of my heart
Lay the unsaid confession
That I wanted that place to remain untouched.
I never knew that at times of need,
Words always run out of stock.
What goes around comes around.
I started with a hope- a hope
To make it work,
To love and be loved.
And at the ultimate end
When I count my chances,
I realise I am left with hope again
- A hope to love again,
To see him move on happily.
A hope to stay alive.